Yes, those green years and those memories of youth filled with pain all evaporated under the sun with Lala's bitter tears, leaving only dry traces.
The sun is still so bright, and the city is still boiling with noise.
I thought everything had returned to its starting point and everything would start again, but time has proven that the traces of time can never be erased.
Lala still had the old dream of An accompanying holding her hand and walking through the streets on a sunny summer day, but that horrible nightmare had never gone away.
Staring stupidly at the boy with chestnut hair and pale skin in front of her, Lala's head suddenly exploded, and then a cloud of gray mist arose, which brought her memory back to half a year ago——
The vicious curse of never being able to be happy is still there. This is the cruel curse of fate on Gu Lala...
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